I'm not an Anamaniac but Hellooo nurse,
You remain professional, polite, terse.
Veiled erotica in sidelong glances,
Stoics stance belies sensual dances.
Months pass,
A few drinks in to the clear night,
Pa-hoehoe hair in the Starlight.
Soft rain falls as my soft words rise,
Omnipotent moon sees them and sighs.
Moons wax and wane,
I'm just cocaine to your rolled c-note,
Take a bump, hand me my coat.
Pure passion fuels lust and pain,
Fist-fight climax, cum or blood stain?
But one day,
Only once had Helios' chariot passed,
One time is enough for the dice cast.
You showed me the grainy photo,
"A girl", you say as though you know.
Time stops,
My fires of passion, out of hand,
Reach absolute zero, I can't stand.
Shall I kill you? A tooth for an eye,
My first child, yet I shan't cry.
Years leap,
My faith in love is withered and dead,
Tattooed on my arm, scarred in my head.
My mind wanders, I forget what I believe,
I'm older, wiser, but still I don't grieve.
Why?
Where do I draw a line in maternal union?
Where should my hatred end and love begin?
I then realize the fault is in my indifference,
I see I love you both and fall off the fence.
Now I cry.
Author notes
Shatter My Soul, Let My Heart Ache
Pa-hoehoe is the hawaiian word for smooth ropy lava rock, normally shiny and deeply black.
A contest entry
- Shatter My Soul, Let My Heart Ache by Reaper-117.
1500 points, ended May 27, 106 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was beautiful and the ending through me a loop. Every poem I have read in this contest has been about loss or death in some way, and then this, where the thing that hurts isn't some grievious loss but rather the realization of life and of what you DO have...beautiful. Thank you for entering.
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Nothing like it
I read it twice. It's very sad and I think i understand it. I love that you use phrases to think about; like fragments. i almost cried. So much deph; can I ask what it is truely about? I would love to talk about it.
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